I write this to my friend, Diana (who is sitting next to me, so don't expect too much smack talking). She is odd... which I mean as the highest form of compliments, I mean who wants to be normal? Isn't that rather boring?

She's... uh... looking at me, so I can't type that she's a psycho-hose beast!!! (she looked away) Uh-oh... she just looked back... uh... uh... I mean that with love...

Anyway, I love hanging out with Diana, because she's always fun. Today, she brought in a year and a half old kid into our little Heathen Room at Church, the kid started crying... I felt so bad... It was like. "Look at me! I torture children!" But, she made me feel better by saying, "get away from him you freak!" I laughed and knew that all was well.

She has Wal-Mart shoes. Everybody should have Wal-Mart shoes... her only comment? "They're blue."

I love the fact that I can talk about odd things with her, so I have dubbed Diana worthy of page... So, I guess to be formal, DIANA.. AMAZON QUEEEN OF SMUT... YOU ARE DEEMED WORTHY OF THIS PAGE! MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL... uh... I mean... you deserve it.



Love,
Stephen.